Morrison nurse her kid?

 

 

 

 

RALPH

 

 

You're the loudest-mouthed bastard I ever heard. You want to give it away.

 

 

 

 

STEVE

 

 

It's time. How about it, Al?

 

 

 

 

AL (Grudgingly)

 

 

Come on.

 

 

(TOM hears them coming, and moves to bolt his door, but STEVE and RALPH break in before he gets to the door. He watches them from the doorway. STEVE rushes to the bed and throws himself across it, looking out the window next to the bed. RALPH settles down next to him.)

 

 

 

 

AL (To TOM as he comes in)

 

 

Hi. These horny bastards.

 

 

 

 

STEVE

 

 

Al, bring the glasses.

 

 

(AL goes into sitting room.)

 

 

 

 

RALPH

 

 

Some day she's going to wean that little bastard and spoil all our fun.

 

 

 

 

STEVE

 

 

Imagine sitting in a window . . .

 

 

 

 

TOM (Has been watching this with growing annoyance)

 

 

Will you guys get out of here?

 

 

 

 

RALPH (Notices TOM for the first time)

 

 

What's the matter with you, Grace?

 

 

 

 

TOM

 

 

This is my damned room.

 

 

 

 

RALPH

 

 

Gracie's getting private all of a sudden.

 

 

 

 

TOM

 

 

I don't want a lot of Peeping Toms lying on my bed watching a . . . a . . .

 

 

 

 

STEVE

 

 

You want it all for yourself, don't you?

 

 

 

 

RALPH

 

 

Or aren't you interested in women?

 

 

 

 

AL (Comes back in with field glasses)

 

 

Shut up!

 

 

(Looks out window, then realizes TOM is watching him. Embarrassed)

 

 

These horny bastards.

 

 

 

 

STEVE (Looking)

 

 

Geeze!

 

 

 

 

RALPH (A bully, riding down on TOM)

 

 

I thought you were going to play ball with us Saturday.

 

 

 

 

TOM

 

 

I didn't feel like it.

 

 

 

 

RALPH

 

 

What did you feel like doing, huh?

 

 

 

 

AL

 

 

Will you shut up?

 

 

 

 

STEVE

 

 

Hey, lookit.

 

 

(Grabs glasses from AL. AL leaves room.)

 

 

 

 

TOM (Climbing over STEVE and RALPH and trying to pull the shade)

 

 

I told you to get out. I told you last time . . .

 

 

 

 

RALPH (Grabbing hold of TOM, and holding him down)

 

 

Be still, boy, or she'll see, and you'll spoil everything.

 

 

 

 

TOM

 

 

Horny bastard. Get out of here.

 

 

 

 

RALPH

 

 

Who are you calling a horny bastard?

 

 

(He grabs hold of TOM more forcefully, and slaps him a couple of times across the face, not trying to hurt him, but just to humiliate him. STEVE gets in a few pokes and in a moment, it's not in fun, but verging on the serious)

 

 

You don't mean that now, boy, do you . . . Do you, Grace?

 

 

(He slaps him again.)

 

 

 

 

AL (Hearing the scuffle, comes in and hauls RALPH and STEVE off TOM)

 

 

Come on, come on, break it up. Clear out.

 

 

(He has them both standing up now, TOM still on the bed.)

 

 

 

 

RALPH

 

 

I just don't like that son of a bitch calling me a horny bastard. Maybe if it was Dr. Morrison instead of Mrs. Morrison, he'd be more interested. Hey, wouldn't you, Grace?

 

 

(He tries to stick his face in front of TOM, but AL holds him back.)

 

 

 

 

AL

 

 

Come on, lay off the guy, will you? Go on. Get ready for supper.

 

 

(He herds them out during this. When they have left the room, TOM gets up and goes to bureau and gets a handkerchief. He has a bloody nose. He lies down on the bed, his head tilted back to stop the blood.)

 

 

 

 

AL (In doorway)

 

 

You all right?

 

 

 

 

TOM

 

 

Yeah.

 

 

(RALPH and STEVE go up the stairway singing in raucous voices, "One Night of Love." The downstairs outside door opens, and BILL REYNOLDS enters the hall with a student, PHIL.